This is getting better by the minute. We make a stand now, or there will be nobody left to go to the chopper. There's something out there waiting for us... and it ain't no man. We're all gonna die. You set us up! It was bullshit, all of it! Son of a bitch is dug in like an Alabama tick. Heat seekers Dillon. Pretty sophisticated for a bunch of half-assed mountain boys... Those eyes... disappeared. But I know one thing, Major... I drew down and fired right at it. Capped-off two hundred rounds and then the Mini-gun; the full pack. Nothin'... nothin' on this earth could have lived... not at that range. I see you... Here we are again bro... Just you and me. Same kind of moon, same kind of jungle. Real number ten, remember... Whole platoon, thirty-two men chopped into meat... We walk out, just you and me, nobody else. Right on top, huh? Not a scratch... Not a fuckin' scratch. You know whoever got you, he'll come back again. And when he does I'm gonna cut your name, right into him... I'm gonna cut your name, right into him! Stick around!